So this is

Christmas.

It was awesome. I love spending it with my family. I had a wonderful time. that's it.

I called him. (name of the red crab from little mermaid) I shouldn't have but I couldn't help it. I've had a bit to drink so I got some courage.

Whatever. Of course he didn't answer and I played the message off really well.

Time to take a shower and go to bed.

Dermalogicia rocks.

Irrespectable

I had someone over last night. Tim. Fairly cute, 23, short.

Used the bathroom, we fooled around.

He asked to use my restroom.

He spent a while in there, I was about to get worried.

He came back, proceeded to have not good sex with me.

I went to the bathroom.

TURNS OUT HE THREW UP IN MY SINK!

It would have been okay, if he would have bothered to clean it up!

That's fucking gross!

I Should have stayed home with the dog.

This

So he called. Today. Six days after we last saw each other. He said something happened, and he couldn't talk about it now, but he did want to talk about it. What does that mean?

"I'm also going out of town on Friday, and although I won't be able to see you before then, let's please try to get together after we both return."

Wait and see.

Oh yes, I got a puppy. Touchstone Amadeus. More on him later. Talk about the most expensive, stupid decision I've ever made in my life. Four days later, and he's totaled over $300.

Phone Call

It's interseting how one phone call can make a fairly good day turn sour.

Yeah, so

Sometimes I think things will never change, but we still hope for the best.